#i can't stop pulling

[angstylittleb1tch]

Its hella hard to save up and wait for characters you wanna pull for. And saving up is not always the hard part, it's the wait for them to run.

For ex. Currently im on 75 pity with a 20 pull at my disposal and its so hard to wait till yelan's banner runs😭😭 I can't even try to pull for yao yao😃✋ Genshin sucks.

[meidui]

Cap down!

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[royalarchivist]

Pac: I'm not going to say anything to you guys [Chat], I'm not going to say anything to you. I'm not saying absolutely anything, I'm not going to comment. Man, you broke me here, you broke me in 3 parts! I'm not going to- no no no no no, I won't fall for your game, I won't fall for your game.*

Pac's chat allows viewers to make music requests, which led to this very well-timed moment today where Careless Whisper started playing as soon as Pac met back up with Fit.

* [Approximate translation. I'm not a native Portuguese speaker, so as always, please feel free to let me know if there's a better way to translate things!]

[skrunksthatwunk]

non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp

i mean just look at him she's literally

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

So I was scrolling along and accidentally clicked on a tag of some post. But it opened with this as the banner and I thought it was perfect. 🧡

SUCK IS DICK SUNDAY

[naamahdarling]

Labor, on its own, has no inherent value. The willingness or ability to labor does not translate to virtue. It can confer financial value, since everyone should be compensated for their labor, but it absolutely does not have inherent moral value.

Disabled people are not obligated to perform for you. They are not required, morally, to break themselves in order to earn some sort of personal value and prove their "worth" to society. They do not need to exhaust every possible means of survival to warrant aid, or spend the entirety of their existence pursuing the same amount of production as others even though it takes everything they have and leaves no room for anything else. They are not obligated to push their limits.

If that pisses you off because YOU have to work to the limit, or beyond, your problem is that you are not being paid enough or you are being asked to do the work of more than one person. Not that disabled people get help for "nothing".

You deserve better, too, you lovable dingus! Every single thing that benefits disabled people will benefit you and the ones you love, either immediately, or eventually. All of it!

[jessaerys]

sun visits the moon at spk headquarters and gets so so so sleepy

[undead-knick-knack]

@the-relvin-temult Is this what you had in mind?

[grabyoursaintsandpray]

10.17 - Home Sweet Home

[riconas]

the new bug is an edgy little guy

[soaps-mohawk]

Imagine, Ghost complains about the bear, but then after a couple of weeks, forgets about it...... only to piss off omega, who decides to enact revenge.

**new text message from 'mega**

Was thinking of you

**new picture**

It's just the bear in the skull panties.

-🦈 anon (I think I am at least. It's been a while)

Mhm the reader uses that bear as revenge all the time 🤭 Simon does something annoying, cue a photo of her snuggling the bear saying "you wish this was you rn"

Definitely puts the bear in panties and lingerie. Simon thinks he's getting a spicy photo? Jk it's the bear.

How desperately he wants to get rid of it but he'd never do that to the reader. That's her special bear and as much as it annoys him, he's just happy he has his own representation in her collection of stuffed animals.

Still hates the bear though.

[danwhobrowses]

I have to say when it comes for episode 107 I'm on the camp of this feeling wrong. Like, two gods' plan is to just let Ludinus just have his way? And just assume that the vessel won't get them? The Wildmother showed Orym the time Predathos came to town, it took out two of them in a blink and the Titans did the heavy lifting, it chased them from Tengar to Exandria without concept of navigation so it's foolish to think they won't do the same this time around. Running forever isn't a life even the infinite should be pursuing. Corellon is cheeky and flirty but it's a mask for being deflective and honestly a little cowardly. What you're asking and trying to persuade with gifts requires the Hells to entertain sacrificing one of their own, which they shouldn't (and I'm hopeful they won't, because that'd be to me at least be a character betrayal since they have always prioritized each other over the gods) consider doing even for any kind of promise, and treating it like it's a necessity, as if leaving like you've decided you want to do now is your 'sacrifice'? Even if being a vessel and still being of sound mind was a viable option with proof that it can work that way, there are too many unknown factors that it seems not even the gods have answers for, so it should all trail back to the fact that this is STILL not a risk worth taking and Ludinus should not be having his way.

I guess part of this feeling comes down to the fact that this was not what I was hoping to get out of the episode; I'm always open to being surprised (because I often am) but it has to be in a good way, this was not a good way. But we'll have to see where it goes, this is a proposal of two gods against a majority yet to say their piece and could still be heard out, I still trust Matt's vision and Abu DM's like smooth butter, but the god debate admittedly continues to wear on me - we were already in a state where we were open to talk but now they're conspiring against one another too? Can we not just focus on Plan A: Unite to Stop Ludinus from releasing Predathos? Evoroa literally said Ludinus' plan is to divide why are we sowing more division? Couldn't just kill Zathuda and take his dragon for Fearne...this should've been Bell's Hells' big win to make up for Otohan but now for me at least it feels a little sour.

[spidybaby]

Pedro González López let go of that bald man right now!!!!

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Me: *Sitting down, having a cup of tea, minding my own business*

My Mind: ‘What if Baby Shark is trending when Speckles hatches?

Me: 😟

My Mind: *Imagining Kenji carry a baby ankylosaurus around while singing Baby Shark 24/7* ‘You’re welcome.’

Me: *Frantically checks what year Baby Shark was popular and what year Chaos Theory Season 3 is set in*

[yourlocallostboy]

Saw this https://www.tumblr.com/anshelsgendercrisis/759583013442125824?source=share and I just wanted to say thank you.

Thank you for having an open mind, thank you for being willing to listen and change, thank you for having a moral compass.

Sorely needed and hugely appreciated right now. Thank you.

hi! thank you (every jewish person who reads this) for giving me a chance to be better. you'd have every right not to given how easily i traded my humanity for my own comfort, even temporarily.

i've been looking at this ask for hours and not knowing how to respond. it's difficult to process how little is expected of my fellow non-jews, and how we still (collectively) fail to meet the standards.

yesterday, i reblogged this. in the hours since, i've had about twice the engagement i've had ever, almost exclusively from jewish blogs.

it's both incredibly inspiring and heartbreaking.

i am so deeply inspired by how hopeful and kind so many jewish people are. everyone i have seen or interacted with on here, even when they're receiving vile hatred and are incredibly frustrated, stress that they want peace.

but it is so heartbreaking to see so many people who are doing exactly what i did. maybe for the same reasons, maybe for different ones, but still with the same effect. it's so hard to acknowledge when you were wrong, when you make mistakes, when you hurt people. it's so hard because i believe a lot of people truly don't want to hurt people. but they're not willing to confront their own discomfort to do it. i know, because i didn't. for months.

i want to say thank you to every jewish person on here. you are unbelievably strong, and i hope you all have a good day soon. i'm grateful for your patience.

and to every non-jew who has read this far, especially if you've been advocating for palestine or if you've been engaging with anti-zionist content: please, just for a moment, take a step back. i cannot understate how little nuance is accepted in (specifically western, i have no experience in other cultures) online spaces. even surrounding things not related to the conflict, there is next to no level of nuance.

i saw people who quite blatantly said "i almost always disagree with this person politically but now they're agreeing with me so obviously they've joined the 'good side'." without even for a moment stopping to think that maybe—maybe—they're wrong. maybe they're on the wrong side. maybe they're doing the wrong thing if someone they usually find does bad things is doing the same.

i thank whatever deities or higher powers there are out there in the big wide universe that my dad is an english teacher who grilled linguistic analysis and grammar into me from when i was a baby. i truly believe it was one of the only things that kept me from being radicalized beyond repair. because i was constantly skeptical of people in those spaces and disturbed by their lack of nuance. but i still believed everything they said so long as it wasn't overtly contradictory.

i won't say you haven't done anything bad or wrong. you probably have. i have. what i will say is that you always have the opportunity to be better. to choose peace instead of violence and kindness over hatred. it's a hard choice to make, and it's one you have to make over and over and over again. but i promise you it is worth it.